Who cares if I can't tell whether it's you or the view
that makes me want to say out loud
just how beautiful this is to me?
Whether not by either of our choices
both our lives through every trip, turn,
and half hearted heartache burned
have both amounted to you, this view,
and I, losing grip of words
try to pry a peek at something which
I never thought I'd see a glimpse of.
Please,
let me burn this last candle
if it means I get to see one more single
flicker
of your quicker smile.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
Who cares if I can't tell whether it's you or the view
that makes me want to say out loud
just how beautiful this is to me?
Whether not by either of our choices
both our lives through every trip, turn,
and half hearted heartache burned
have both amounted to you, this view,
and I, losing grip of words
try to pry a peek at something which
I never thought I'd see a glimpse of.
Please,
let me burn this last candle
if it means I get to see one more single
flicker
of your quicker smile.
